After exploring the incredible Phoenix Trotting Park, I knew it would be a difficult site to top. I called and texted a few people at home and then enjoyed a leisurely lunch.

from Phoenix I drove an hour and a half to the outskirts of Dateland, Arizona to explore a couple of neat old ruined houses. The area is extremely rural with desert as far as the eye can see. The roads were unpaved, but thankfully not very rough.

This old stone house was rumored to have been built by Buffalo Bill Cody, the most famous American of his time. I can't say whether or not the house really did belong to him, but if it did, this place should be registered as a historical landmark.

I love the old fireplace.

The flattened remains of a structure in the yard.

I found it interesting that the top of the window's wooden frame remained after the stone on top of it had weathered away.

Careful not to cause any damage, I climbed up onto one of the walls to get a broader view of the layout.

The corral held up remarkably well over the years.

From the Buffalo Bill Cody ruins I went in search of some neat old adobe ruins I'd heard about.

I was driving down a long dirt road when I came to an intersection with this sign and had to snap a picture. I would've loved to meet the bitch after whom the road was named, but I didn't want to incur her wrath by trespassing, so I decided not to risk it.

A lonely silo I passed along the way.

I arrived at the adobe ruins as the sun was setting, so I scrambled to get my exploration on, and take as many pictures as I could before darkness fell.

The sky made for a beautiful backdrop.

I have no idea when this place was built or who built it. Adobe structures can last a really long time, which is pretty surprising considering they're made of baked earth and straw.

I wonder what this large adobe circle looked like in its prime and how tall it once stood.

I love the way the adobe bricks weathered over time. They almost appear to be slowly melting.

The inside.

One of the most interesting features of this place was the bunker in the yard. There used to be an old refrigerator door leading to the top of the ladder, but everything has caved in over time. Now the ladder pokes up through the collapsed earth.

I wonder if anything interesting buried down there, but I wasn't about to try to excavate.

When the sky grew dark, I headed back toward Phoenix. It had been an exciting day and I was ready for a good night's rest.

The next day promised to be an interesting one. With about a dozen abandoned places to check out on the way to Tucson, I'd need to get an early start.

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The colossal ruins of Phoenix Trotting Park sit in the middle of a barren expanse of land just off I-10. Built 20 years before the freeway, the futuristic structure has sat for more than half a century, like a spaceship that landed in the middle of the desert, evoking mystified stares of passing motorists.

(Here's a video I made about Phoenix Trotting Park, which includes additional info and pictures not included in this blog entry:)

After an awkward encounter with a police officer in the morning (details at the end of this post) I decided to shave off the several days worth of facial scruff, hoping a tidier appearance would attract less scrutiny. I ate breakfast and drove to Goodyear, Arizona to check out the massive concrete horse racing park.

The previous day I'd explored Black Canyon Greyhound Park and was completely blown away, but even that could not prepare me for the majesty of Phoenix Trotting Park.

The place was absolutely gigantic. I spent 3-4 hours there.

The massive structure consists of more than 27,000 cubic yards of reinforced concrete.

The inner walls were stripped down to skeletons, but in some places you could get a sense of where the walls and windows had been.

The grandstand of Phoenix Trotting Park is enormous. I'd never seen something so gigantic yet totally abandoned. In the silence I tried to imagine what the place alive and filled with thousands of cheering spectators.

The building had so many levels, it seemed to go on forever.

I followed a stairway up to the roof and explored the sky box, where VIPs and announcers viewed the races.

Someone had left cans of spray paint sitting out.

I saw a little structure off by itself on the roof, and couldn't resist having a closer look.

It appeared to be the control room for the elevator system.

From the roof I enjoyed some great views of different sections of the structure.

Phoenix Trotting Park was a far less successful venture. Opened in 1965, it closed less than 2 years later. There are many reasons for its failure.

Attendance was much lower than anticipated, partly due to competition from other well-established racing facilities in the area. Phoenix Trotting Park was built twenty miles from Downtown Phoenix and only accessible by way of dirt roads, making it a chore to get to.

It was also insanely expensive to build. Originally budgeted at $3 million, it ended up costing about $10 million. Revenue failed to compensate for the difference.

The park was used in 2000 for the filming of the movie "No Code of Conduct" starring Martin and Charlie Sheen. As part of the movie, and explosion was set off, with the unintended consequence of killing hundreds of pigeons that were roosting in the abandoned building. Fortunately there were no pigeon corpses lying around when I was there.

But I did happen upon the mangled remains of a rabbit.

I'd read rumors of a squatter settlement in the basement and was determined to find out if there was any truth to it. With pepper spray in hand, I descended a dark stairway into the abyss.

There wasn't much down there, just a lot of open space and a few random fixtures,

the crippled elevator,

and the surprisingly small loading dock.

I returned to the ground level and did a little more exploring.

About 45 minutes before I left, I heard the loud echoing of someone else exploring the place. It's so massive that it was impossible to know where the other person was. It made me realize there could not have been a squatter settlement anywhere inside the building or I'd have definitely heard them during the several hours I was there.

I was extremely amused by this piece of graffiti. It's an obscure reference to a cartoon short by Don Hertzfeldt I'd seen years ago.

When I was sure I'd explored every corner of the place, I headed back out into the Arizona sun.

As I walked back to my car, I felt so accomplished, I was shaking with excitement. Phoenix Trotting Park was one of the most incredible places I'd ever explored. It was such a thrill and an amazing high. I sent pictures to people back home and told them about where I'd just been. I probably sounded like a raving lunatic, but I was too excited to care.